But Beigong Wushuang reached out to take out a piece of purple jade and handed it to Yun Yang: "Brother Yun, this jade slip contains all the information about the Holy Son and their followers. Regardless of personal cultivation, combat power, appearance, affiliatedness, martial arts, killer moves, and even temper and personality... there are quite detailed introductions."

He smiled cutely and kindly: "This is also the content of our agreement."

Yun Yang took it over and said, "Oh?" Then he entered his spiritual sense to check, without any doubt.

"This book promised Brother Yun early on, our covenant has witnessed the oath of heaven..." Beigong Wushuang smiled: "To be honest with Brother Yun, even all the news about me and my followers is available, with few omissions."

Yun Yang laughed and said, "I have seen Brother Beigong's sincerity, and everyone is happy to cooperate."

With the oath of heaven before, this information will naturally not be fake.

Yun Yang paused and said, "Brother Beigong, don't worry, I have always remembered the conditions for agreeing to you."

Having said this, Beigong Wushuang suddenly said lightly: "Is that true?"

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly waved his hand and took action with the other two people following him. The two masters of the Saint Lord, one on the left and one on the right, came out together and stabbed into Yun Yang's left and right ribs. The moment the sword entered his body, the mysterious energy suddenly burst out. Seeing the opportunity, the two men immediately let go of their hands and abandoned their troops, but instead of retreating, the two palms were like storms, and hundreds of palms slapped Yun Yang's body one after another!

Beigong Wu, who was opposite, shook his hands, and a short sword appeared in awe, mixed with a strong aura of death and destruction, penetrated from Yun Yang's forehead, and then another palm pressed on Yun Yang's chest like lightning, and a powerful evil and mysterious aura penetrated his heart!

Beigong Wushuang succeeded in one strike, but he had already withdrawn from the ten-foot space. He watched Yun Yang with a smile and nodded and smiled: "Brother Yun, I offended him."

The three-person attack was extremely abrupt. Yun Yang, who transformed into a elbow and armpit, seemed to be unable to respond, and his whole body froze directly, as if he was struck by lightning.

His body suddenly suffered so many heavy blows, but it seemed that he didn't react, but blood was constantly flowing from his mouth; he looked up tremblingly, still puzzled in his eyes, looked at Beigong Wushuang, and murmured: "Why?"

Beigong Wushuang apologized: "Brother Yun, thank you for accepting my sincerity. From the beginning, our cooperation was absolutely true. I also hoped sincerely. If I cannot kill you, if you can help me get rid of a few opponents, then we will not hurt each other and gain each other's benefits... But after all, my most fundamental purpose is to kill you, just because there is a difference in whether there is a chance. Can you understand what I say?!"

Yun Yang laughed bitterly: "So that's it..."

The divine light in his eyes quickly overflowed, and even his pupils were insisting on expanding. He murmured: "So... these information and information are all fake?"

Beigong Wushuang said: "How could it be false? All these information is true, and it really cannot be true anymore. I have no word to deceive Brother Yun when I interact with Brother Yun, otherwise how could I escape the punishment of heaven... I am really sorry that a hero like Brother Yun died in my hands."

"Hahaha..." Yun Yang whispered and said, "Yes, yes, I'm very disappointed too... If I died at the hands of other holy sons, I would accept it, but why did you, the sons of the Lord of the Heavenly Palace, want to kill me? Dongfang Xingchen is like this, so are you?"

Beigong Wushuang said apologetically: "I'm sorry. Brother Yun rest in peace, after you close your eyes, I'll cut off your head. In this way, you won't feel pain. This is the only thing I can do for you."

Yun Yang suddenly smiled and said, "You have never died, how do you know that you won't feel painful when you do this?!"

Beigong Wushuang's face suddenly changed: "You... why aren't you dead yet?"

Yun Yang sighed leisurely: "It disappointed Beigong Shengsen..."

He slowly straightened his body, and the blood hole on his forehead disappeared, and the heavy wounds of the swords and swords inserted into his body also disappeared.

In Beigong Wushuang's horrified eyes, Yun Yang shook his head, shook his neck, and made a crackling sound.

A mysterious light flashed in his right hand, and a knife suddenly appeared in his hand. When he stretched out his left hand, another flute appeared, and the void appeared.

"You...how could you not die?" Beigong Wushuang said in shock: "Aren't you... you were sealed by the demon clan? How could you still use such a mysterious magical body secret technique?"

Yun Yang said lightly: "You really shouldn't worry about this. What you should think more about now is...will you die in pain after waiting."

The next moment, Beigong Wushuang turned around and ran away.

"Young Palace Master, go quickly!"

The two masters of the Holy Lords who followed him joined forces and rushed up like a mad tiger to stop him.

A fierce light flashed in Yun Yang's eyes. Over the past period of time, the overwhelming anger that had been suppressed for a long time suddenly erupted. The purple jade flute in his left hand waved, and two purple jade flutes appeared in the air, respectively, and they met the two holy kings.

Yun Yang himself chased Beigong Wushuang without any obstacles.

As he just chased him out, two slight sounds made on both sides, and the two masters of the Saint Lord turned into nothing!

Both souls and souls will be destroyed and will never be restored.

With one blow to wipe out the enemy, the two purple jade flutes that were suddenly seen in the air disappeared.

Yun Yang's face was a little pale, and he put away the purple jade flute without saying a word.

Although the power of the purple jade flute is extremely great and invincible, the mysterious energy required for every time the purple jade flute is activated is also to an incredible level. Judging from Yun Yang's current mental power and mysterious power, even if he gives all his strength, it is only enough to urge the purple jade flute to attack once!

After one time, you need to wait until you fully recover before you can activate again. If you force yourself to urge, it will inevitably hurt the root cause.

Just now, the purple jade flute moved and almost drained the mysterious energy of the Dantian. If it weren't for the endless spiritual power in the spiritual space replenishing it into the Dantian, Yun Yang would have been afraid that he would not even have the strength to stand...

Yun Yang used his magical power to survive and followed Beigong Wushuang slowly. He was only a few dozen feet apart, but he did not try his best to catch up, just to ensure that he was not left behind.

Chasing away wildly.

While feeling the rapid recovery of the mysterious energy in the dantian...

"Today is a good day, a good day to avenge your grudges!" Yun Yang felt the causal aura that was pouring in, and his eyes looked colder and colder.

Yun Yang and Beigong Wushuang chased each other endlessly, like a speeding lightning, or like a meteor rushing to the moon. At the right time, a figure appeared like lightning to intercept: "Stop!"

A sword light was faster than the sound and came towards us.

Yun Yang snorted, the Heavenly Sword Technique Life and Death Gate opened and thought out, and he would smash the attacker directly with one knife!

Although Beigong Wushuang is the saint son, the strength of the guards around him is at the limit of his strength. In terms of Yun Yang's current strength, it is the absolute strength to crush him. If you kill him in one blow, how can you be lucky?!

A sword moves, the person who comes dies and disappears; wherever Yun Yang passes, the person's remnant soul is immediately destroyed.

The powerful third-grade saint king cannot delay Yun Yang's step, and his soul will be destroyed immediately, and he will never be restored!

Beigong Wushuang fled in front of him, his expression full of despair. How could he not feel that a cloud of death had already enveloped his head.

I am clearly running wildly and running for my life, hoping to stay away from this haze of death.

But every time I take a step and run for a moment, I sense that this atmosphere of death is a little more intense.

But he had to escape and struggle!

Because, if the God of Killing is behind, if you don’t escape or make a life, you will only be destroyed in a blink of an eye!

He regretted it so much that he was so regretful.

I shouldn't have dealt with Yun Yang at all; with the previous agreement that as long as I don't take the initiative to target Yun Yang, even if all the sage sons die, I will not be in trouble. At that time, I may be the biggest winner!

But why did I just feel so uneasy? I just... moved!

Yun Yang has been following him all the time. Although he was chasing him, he did not kill him.

Beigong Wushuang knew very well that it was not that Yun Yang was not as strong as possible, but that as long as Yun Yang took action, he would die!

But the other party did not take action, just followed slowly, increasing his murderous intention bit by bit, becoming more and more intense.

Along the way, Beigong Wushuang's followers rushed out, killing Yun Yang one after another, and killing the hero of the mainland, without exception, without luck, and no one could stop Yun Yang's path. They all died and their lives were gone.

Yun Yang's eyes became colder and colder.

At this moment, he showed his endless power of magical power, activates the blade of heavenly will with all his strength, and swung out the knife of heavenly will!

The power of the true blade of will of heaven appears in the world, and all the weapons that come into contact with it are broken instantly!

All the masters who rushed over fell under the will of heaven!

With one knife, life and death are clear, and there is no reason to say about victory or defeat, without any mercy.

Yun Yang always chased Beigong Wushuang closely, and he was not far away; but everyone who came to stop him died under his knife.

This journey has an end, and the Supreme Building Villa is already in sight.

It was the residence of Dongfang Xingchen and other saints. The battles roared along the way, and the noise was very loud, which had already alarmed everyone in the other courtyard.

Figures flew into the air, and Dongfang Xingchen was as white as snow before, standing in front, looking up, and seeing Beigong Wushuang fleeing desperately. He saw Dongfang Xingchen and others from afar, shouting desperately: "Save me! Save me!"

Dongfang Xingchen, Yu Zhenxiao and others looked from a distance and saw a purple-clothed figure slowly coming behind Beigong Wushuang.

The visitor was wearing a purple dress and a mask. If he wasn't Xuanhuang Yunzun Yunyang, who was he?!

As the smoke and dust filled, Beigong Wushuang's last follower forced himself into the two of them, swung his sword and took action.

The powerful advance of Master Yunzun waved his long sword. Everyone clearly didn't see how he used his moves, but the saint was immediately cut off by one knife. As Yun Yang's body passed through the corpse that was divided into two halves, a soul power was about to rise, and suddenly a piece of green green appeared on Yun Yang's body, and a transparent and crystal vine as jade was transparent and clear in the air. It swept the soul body up and took it back.

In the air, the soul body screamed and completely dissipated, leaving no drops.

Then the green vine disappeared.

Yun Yang, who killed the enemy with one move, still walked forward steadily and chased thirty or forty feet behind Beigong Wushuang.

Beigong Wushuang's body was gradually slowing down, and he was breathing heavily. He suddenly rushed to the high wall and said miserably: "Save me..." In front of him was another saint son of the Northern Demon Palace, Nan Tianyun.

In terms of Beigong Wushuang's cultivation, he ran here from the place where the incident happened just now, and he couldn't even be idle. At least he shouldn't have been breathing like this. It was like he had been so silenced for a long time. The feeling of his body being severely hollowed out was that his heart was collapsed and he was in panic all day long. Naturally, his condition was extremely bad.

Nan Tianyun's face changed. When he was about to move aside, he was also the Holy Son of the Demon Palace. Even if he was in a disagreement, he would not take any harm to the other party at such a critical moment.

At the right time, a faint voice behind Beigong Wushuang sounded faintly: "Beigong Wushuang, don't think you have escaped. Yun will never go back on your word. Please open your eyes wide and be ready to feel the taste of death, whether it is painful or not..."

"Okay! This is what I say to you!"

A flash of sword light!

The first thing to be affected was that... Nan Tianyun, someone's face was filled with confusion and panic, and it flew up without warning; before the soul body appeared, the green vine that had been noticed and seen by everyone before appeared again, and left in a roll.

Nan Tianyun's head was rotating in the air. Beigong Wushuang subconsciously stretched out his hands and put Nan Tianyun's head in his hands. His eyes met Nan Tianyun's already wide and empty eyes, and he felt inexplicable fear hit his heart.

Beigong Wushuang trembled all over and loosened his hands. Nan Tianyun's head immediately fell to the ground and rolled out drippingly.

The sound of his head falling only slightly, but it seemed to be directly ringing in everyone's hearts, and everyone was shocked!

All the Holy Sons, without exception, trembled all over and looked down quickly. They saw Nan Tianyun's head rolling a few times on the ground, stopped and looked up to the sky.
To be continued...